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WARNING: (You know this by now) Adult situations contained within. Strong language, sexual content and so on. You may want to leave instead if you are easily offended. You Have Been Warned!!

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Chapter 5 – Secrets That Tell Themselves.

Casper High would never be the same. It was finally happening. Two of the schools students were in love. Unfortunately, almost everyone at the school thinks they're two of the worst geeks ever. But then again, Danny and Sam couldn't give a ghost's rear end. No one could alter his or her minds, or their decision.

When they showed up at school Monday morning, they were holding hands. Everyone who noticed this began to ask questions and spread rumors. The one who had the most trouble adapting to this new fact was Tucker. Danny and Sam together at last. He knew it was going to happen, but he didn't know when. For some reason, seeing the two together like that proved more difficult than he thought it would be. It felt awkward to him to see Danny paying more attention to Sam and Sam to Danny while Tucker was left out of the equation entirely. He felt like he was drifting apart from his friends. Yet somewhere deep inside, he knew everything was going to be ok.

"Well well well, if it isn't the geek patrol."

Dash teased when he found the three in a hallway.

"Word is that two of you are getting married. How sweet it is for you, Danny to be marrying Tucker."

Dash insulted with a sarcastic laugh. Tuckers eyes tightened at the implication that he was a homosexual when the jock knew damn well otherwise.

"I'm not marrying Tucker, you football head."

Danny insulted back with a calm voice.

"It's this angel I'll be marrying someday."

He indicated to Sam while giving her an Eskimo kiss, who accepted it whole-heartedly. Dash stuck his tongue out, disgusted.

"Yuck. You're in love with this Gothic chick?"

Sam turned away from Danny just long enough to say

"He proposed to me last night. And I agreed. Besides, at least Danny has a cock to satisfy me with. Unlike some people we know."

"Oooooohhhhh!"

Cooed everyone else who heard Sam's insult. At this, Dash knew his advantage was failing. So what if he was the star of the Football team? He was chicken when he knew he was outnumbered, and everyone who gathered around them took Sam's side due to her insult. No one has ever heard someone use such words against Dash. It's lucky that Mr. Lancer was not around to hear it.

"You... You...?"

"Yes Dash."

Sam replied, long before the jock could even ask.

"I am getting some. Now take your pea-brained, football size head, turn around and leave us alone. Before it gets too physical."

"Oh yeah? What can you do?"

Dash wondered, his large frame presenting itself. This time Tucker stood up to Dash

"The three of us can put you in the hospital."

Dash's confidence fell like a stack of cards. Normally it's Danny who stood up to him, not ALL THREE. He then ran like the cowering dog he really was. Leaving the three, plus those who gathered around to laugh at his humiliation. After a moment of laughing, Tucker wiped a tear from his eye.

"Ha, ha. But seriously. Are you two really engaged?"

"No!"

Danny said firmly, hiding the facts.

"It was just something to get him to shut up."

"Then what about Sam saying...?"

"Just a lie to catch him off guard. Nothing happened between us."

"Other than the fact you're in love."

"Yes, but... All we did is kiss, once!"

Danny said to cover up their story. It'll be too much of a shock to Tucker if he knew what Danny and Sam were REALLY doing. The whole thing with Dash was an act, and they'll claim that to the grave.

-Can't tell him we had sex. Not only will he think we don't like him anymore, but we also can't risk him telling the whole world about it.-

Danny and Sam had suggested earlier that morning, and their plan seems to be working. All Tucker did, was cock an eyebrow at them and scratched his head in confusion.

-They must be in love if they really kissed this time. Not one of those 'Fake-out Make-out deals. Humph, whatever floats their boat-

He thought, but said no more of the subject for the rest of the day.

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Later, Danny laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. All he could think of was Sam. As usual. What they shared last night was beyond belief. A whole new world opened itself to them and they crossed the threshold. Danny gave a part of himself to her, and she did likewise to him. He couldn't get it out of his head. Even the strange smile across his lips refused to fade.

When her brother came home finally after missing from last night, Jazz began to wonder if Danny was seriously ok. He's never stayed out all night before. Every morning he would wake up from his room. Last night, he didn't, which was a first for him. Stranger even, their parents didn't even seem to notice. When Jazz told this to them, they dismissed it as him spending the night at Tuckers and forgot to tell them. That was not like Danny. She now knew something was going on, and it began with Sam's first phone call.

-And what was the deal with that ghost he let lose in the lab, just to let Dad catch it?-

Jazz believed herself perfect and never wrong. The first time she was wrong, she spent hour and hours of research trying to find the factor as to why she was wrong.

"Knock knock."

She said, tapping the doorframe of Danny's open door. Danny sat up intently at the arrival of his sister.

"What is it Jazz?"

He sighed, rather bored of her presence. She entered his room and knelt by his bed.

"You want to tell me what's going on?"

"Nothings going on!"

Danny denied, turning away from her, automatically angry with her for snooping into him.

"Come on Bro. I know something's the matter. I tried to understand you before, but you keep pushing me away. Now, you don't have a choice. Tell me what's bothering you?"

"Who said something's bothering my?"

Danny asked harshly, yet Jazz was not fazed by his outburst.

"No one had to. Your body language and the way you've been behaving spoke volumes. They told me everything I needed to know."

"Well if you're so smart, you'd know nothing's bothering me. And what do you mean 'the way I've been acting'?"

"You go out at night and don't come back until much later, or like last night when you didn't come back at all. I was worried."

"You were worried about me? That's a surprise."

He sneered sarcastically. Why was she drilling into him? If he could, he'd go ghost, and then escape from her. But he couldn't let her know he was part ghost, otherwise their parents my go hunting for him! Like Valerie did not long ago. Jazz let a sigh escape her lips. It's hard talking to someone's back, but she decided not to give up yet.

"I do worry. There are times I fear you're on drugs, or stealing, or worse."

That was genuine worry he heard in her voice, which made him look back at her.

"You think I do those things? C'mon Jazz you know I don't do drugs. Or steal. Or anything of the sort."

"Then why do you stay out late?"

"What? Are you saying I can't be with Tucker and Sam?"

"Sam. Now there's something we need to talk about."

"Talk about what?"

Danny hissed as he turned his back to her once again.

"Are you sleeping with her?"

The question was so sincere, it almost hurt Danny. She would DARE ask a question like THAT?!? How could he answer her? Both he and Sam are 14 and sleeping together at that age would be considered...harassment. But for two people to love one another, it didn't seem wrong. How could it be? How could someone opening his heart to another be wrong? It was doubtful he could convince her it's not wrong no matter how he tried to explain it.

"Of coarse NOT! YOU THINK I'M DUMB ENOUGH TO DO THAT AT MY AGE!?!"

Jazz reeled back from his yelling. Obviously she had struck a subject he did not want to discuss for whatever reason. Finally she gave up. As she stood, she placed something on the side of his bed.

"Well, if you do want to talk. I'm here for you. And I won't tell Dad or Mom."

She said honestly, and closed Danny's door as she left. Danny turned to the door to give it a murderous glance, doubtful Jazz would see it. He then looked at the small box that was placed on his bed. He picked it up and it read:

Trojan Condoms. Shared Sensitivity.

-Why the hell...?-

Danny stared at the box. How did Jazz know about him and Sam? And how was she able to buy these? He tossed the box to a corner of his room and fell back onto his bed.

-She does have a point. I don't want Sam to become pregnant at 14. She and I would have to find a home together, finish school and get a job. Not to mention taking care of the baby. Perhaps I should consider it.-

He then retrieved the box and hid it under his bed. Just in case, he would think. No harm in being prepared. But still he thought. No longer of Sam now, but what that ghost said last night.

-'A Ghost looking for a place to die.' I thought ghosts ARE dead. It doesn't make sense.-

But then again, not much made sense anymore. Other than the fact that he was in love with Sam. And for right now, that was enough for him.

TO BE CONTINED

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